Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

"Red?"

"This is truly an ominous sign."

He looked up at the full moon in the sky and faintly saw a flash of red light. He frowned and muttered to himself.

I confirmed that I hadn't misread it.

But the restlessness and unease within is something that cannot be ignored.

Touching the red mark on his right hand, he knew he had been caught up in a very strange event.

Dragon Ball Wars

That was something I had never heard of before.

But as chosen ones, they cannot remain outside the circle.

However, due to being busy with life, Miyamoto Iori has not yet begun summoning Servants.

"!"

But the next moment, several figures suddenly appeared from the shadows, causing him to drop the food he was carrying and reach for the twin swords at his waist.

"Crack!!"

Having blocked the masked man who attacked from the side, Miyamoto Iori twisted her body to avoid the ambush.

"Pfft!!"

Without hesitation, he swung his twin swords and hacked at the masked men who surrounded him.

(There are too many!)

(Could this mean the enemy has already begun their operation?)

(This is bad.)

They still didn't know what kind of existence the so-called Heroic Spirits were, but just being ambushed like this was enough to make Miyamoto Iori realize the seriousness of the situation.

The fact that they can mobilize such power suggests that the person behind the scenes is no ordinary individual.

"Clap."

He ran, weaving through alleys and narrow gaps, trying to shake off those who were chasing him.

It wasn't until he reached an open area that he discovered all the entrances were surrounded.

We have no choice but to give it a shot.

With that thought in mind, he rushed toward an intersection.

"Clang!!"

"I see. That kind of posture..."

Just as they were about to break through, a sharp longsword suddenly slashed down. Even though Miyamoto Iori raised his twin swords to parry, he was still sent flying.

"Crack!"

Unable to grasp the sword in his hand, lying with his back against the ground, Miyamoto Iori looked at the enemy who had suddenly appeared.

Two days, one style.

We've been seen through?!

Unable to believe that the other party had seen through her actions, Miyamoto Iori stared in astonishment.

The first thing that came into view was a man with a dark blue ponytail tied with a light purple headband.

He walked on straw sandals, wore a purple kimono, and held a five-foot-long sword, looking like a dashing young nobleman.

"Step back, Saber."

An unfamiliar voice rang out, causing Miyamoto Iori to look toward the source.

"What a pity, Miyamoto Iori is quite unqualified as a Master."

"The ritual has been going on for more than half a day, but the summoning of the heroic spirits has still not taken place."

"Should I say you're either immature or incredibly bold?"

Silver hair and a petite body appeared in her eyes.

The other person's unconcealed hand also revealed that they shared the same identity as him.

Master

Their gazes then fell upon the man who emerged from the shadows, wielding a long sword.

Much like

Even though the years have washed away her memories, Miyamoto Iori still vaguely knows that she seems to have met this person before.

"I thought it was a trap, but judging from the result, it seems that no heroic spirit was summoned after all."

The man's face rarely showed an expression of disbelief, a mixture of admiration and bewilderment.

"Forget it, it wasn't our intention to dwell on such things."

"To kill someone without revealing their identity goes against my principles."

The woman drew the knife from her waist and pointed it forward.

The blade was right in front of him, but Miyamoto Iori had no intention of giving up.

"Masayuki Yui."

The moment the other person uttered those words, he pulled out a red crystal from his hand hidden beneath his leg.

"Crack!!"

But with a flash of light from the man's blade, the crystal he had just thrown out was shattered before it could even take effect.

"Wow!"

After a moment of surprise, Yui Masayuki swung the blade in her hand and slashed down.

"I cannot die yet!"

Before picking up the sword stuck in the ground, Miyamoto Iori spoke in a deep voice.

A red light emerged from the ground, causing the man wielding the long sword to pull his master back before charging forward himself.

"Clang!!!"

As the blades clashed, Sasaki Kojiro saw those cold, piercing eyes ahead.

Cross-shaped scar on the left cheek

He was not particularly tall.

"Wow!"

The scabbard struck, forcing him to retreat sharply.

"What bad luck!"

"The Master who was about to kill the Servant"

"In the end, all our efforts were in vain."

"Is the summoning ritual this intelligent?"

Standing in front of his Master, he said this, but he didn't feel any regret in his heart.

"!"

Coming to her senses, Miyamoto Iori also saw the figure blocking her way.

Feeling that sudden connection

He also realized who this person was.

Saber!

In the Dragon Ball Wars, he is a swordsman hero.

Although it's unclear why the summoning ritual was suddenly triggered, it undoubtedly proved to be a great help to Miyamoto Iori at this time.

"Well"

With a frown, Yui Masayuki observed the heroic spirit before her.

I didn't sense the slightest bit of murderous intent.

No.

That's not the case.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the other party's aura was quite restrained.

If you weren't standing there and able to see, you probably wouldn't even realize someone was there.

Judging from his attire, he also appears to be a ronin.

I just don't know who this person is.

However, Masayuki Yui has considerable confidence in her Saber.